little slight still does hurt.
My innards retch and bile lurches;
My heart flails and my mind searches.
I seek respite but get no such purchase.
I am excited but resist some urges;
My mouth opens and verbally purges.
The words mean that emotion surges.
Distant times roll like the waves of the ocean
Thy touch ignited the flames of forevermore,
With promises soon spoken
Yet time is a mere invention of man
Never an end, nor a beginning
The imprints in ones mind lasting and eternity
The passion of emotion never forgotten...
i stare at the sky.
i just want to fly.
why am i here?
while the end is near.
i hear a scream.
am i in a dream?
my dear old friend,
dead in the end,
leaving me alone behind,
while i am blind.
all of my kin
burned for their sin.
i fall and hopelessly lay
there appeared a ray.
I've written many many poems. Since I was 8-9 I've loved writing them but of course they've changed through time and matured.
Poems is one of my best way to express my feelings or my ideas of a story or something.
if you find it silly and crazy and don't understand it....LOL! ;)))
****Silly Fluffy Cats****
Three cats like to play
In a garden - sometimes together,
With their green ball of leather!
Two are white and fluffy
one green and the other
blue-eyed as blue...
Across the deep blue night
A Gypsy heart like thistledown
Begins a lonely flight.
Across the country's reaches, to
It's farthest far-flung port,
Searching, always searching, for a
Kindred Gypsy heart.
Dream'n, always dream'n, as a
Dreamer always does,
Of things that...
Of whatever is present
At each witnessed moment.
Eyes are reflectors;
To what we're enacting
Eyes are projectors
Revealing our insides
And displaying what resides
In our hearts and minds.
Your eyes speak for you;
Each second seems like a minute, an hour
Waiting for you
Little Billy at number 23 grows another two inches
Whilst Mums roses wilt and die
Petals on the floor
In the Hoover
Out the door
Waiting for you is my definite pleasure
Not sure why I measure the time your...
our hearts pumping and swollen with electric love, precious breath moving through parted lips. I would have kissed you in that burning room, muggy with smoke and one-night abandon. I would have loved you intensely, our souls embracing in the warmth of the city lights. I would...
around myself I sit silently
Hoping and pleading to the soundless whispers
Destitute has its end…
A hero, knight, warrior of old
Perhaps a man to make a new story unfold
Opening the chapter of a newly written novel
Bringing new days, laughter and spiritual travel.
but it remains
Trees bring comfort but steal the scene
Birds sing lovely but then they leave
If you want pleasure until the end
You need to nurture the whole garden
I was young a long time ago
I stay steady in my love for you
Despite my size I still may fall
I speak the truth...
reconsidering my purpose.
The light that I had, is blocked by a man who seems nervous.
He grabs me by the end and brings me along,
for the ride of a lifetime, cause soon he´ll be gone.
He hangs me on a chair, to look up instructions,
I see myself on the computer, my beautiful...
Nothing in sight
Sun looks bright
Far away is the night
The whole city is lit up
With the sunshine blazed up
Time to clean up
The mess in the egg cup
Wind moving in slow rhythm
I'm writing with 'em
The poem with the rhythm
And a simple algorithm
I have this wanting in my heart and confusion in my mind.
The words I’ve left unspoken haunt me all the time.
There are nights I wake crying when I wish that you were near.
To hold me in your arms and kiss away this tear.
Right now my heart is deep...
It never makes me get up in the
Middle of the night to stoke the stove.
Summer never bosses me around
When I want to go outside.
No yelling at me to put on a coat or gloves.
Summer just doesn't care.
Summer welcomes me to walk and
Dance in the moonlight.
Summer is a poet...
I wrote this when I was 17. I wasn't in the best of states. I had been cutting a week. But soon after I wrote this I got over my life and pulled my-self back together.
The wind combs my hair, the silk of the breeze so smooth.
The sparkles in the night sky, they shine so bright...
feel like losing myself again
to drive into forgetfulness
back to thoughts, feelings, where i did'nt really care
I am now borded, i feel like coming back to a memory
i would like to loose myself again
Where not even my shadow can follow behind. Ill never ask you to be there, I swear I won't. I can never leave this place, I am the gate keeper to my own demons. They're going to eat me alive. Fear will overtake me as I am nothing here. My life is a life that will never get in...
I don't know whether it's considered a poem or not.
My heart died when
It tried loving you
till now it's open and
wounded waiting for a cure
Waiting for your embrace
Instead of an open maze
You threw at me
For me to find my way back
away from you
The different paths I...
Can’t go Can’t let anyone know Stuck here Out of air Almost drowning in despair Hopeless Useless Hiding away in the darkness Broken Beyond repair Longing for some fresh air Why must I always fall Just another brick in the wall Sad eyes Broken heart Always has to...
does it feel good
do you not see that a word hits harder
what do you gain,
to see the one you supposedly love in pain
are you any more a man
just because you don't raise a hand.
do you not see the woman
you have turned into a little girl again.
do you think you...
as I gaze up at the cotton like clouds. As I lay in the green grass, I begin to wonder.
What is happiness?
Is it contentment? Is it a balance?
Am I happy?
I'm not so sure if I am. But even if I were, would I be able to tell? Are happy people even aware that they're happy...
and somewhere far above, not exactly from the heavens lives the Angel of Dark Love. With one crack of thunder followed by a flash of light, she enters your heart bearing smiles of delight. Once again I stand before you with arms open wide, a smile upon my lips and tears in my...
Chatting about dirty things,
My skin flushes and hormones sing.
What I miss
Though is a kiss.
My heart would flutter as I feel
My distant lover become real.
And the rest...
Are they the best?
Or is it happily enough
To once again feel loved?
so i wrote this poem long back ! just sharing with you all :
with lakhs of people travelling
and thousands of passing by
i found myself in the midst
just gazing at the sky
for i need to choose
which road to travel by
making decision was not so hard previously
but this time it...
that you would bring home to mom
The type that is nice and thoughtful
I’m the type of girl that gives what I wish I could get in return
But don’t ask for it, because of my pride.
I’m the type of girl that wears her heart on her sleeve
And watches it break repeatedly
Once the North wind made love with the seaand a tiny little wave soon came to beFather Wind would guide him as he grewHis Mother was the sea he traveled throughand as they brought him closer to the shoreeach day he would grow a little moreand safe within the arms of Mother SeaHe...
Is it safe to say we are meant to be. More than just friends lovers or companions at best and put each other's heart and strength to the test. Never failing or falling with constant support never wavering or swaying nothing of the sort. We stand strong together like an old oak...
See her lay on bloody snow.
Drink your heart's love,
I admit it.
Empty vessel, let it go.
She lay on a lip red blanket.
Killed the beast between us two.
Love her, I am thinking of her.
She allowed me
to love you.
Fair skinned angel in my dark room.
Night light for...
I flash back and see
Of a girl crying in a corner,
wishing they didn't scorn her.
Breaking down inside,
looking for a place to hide.
Of a girl always looking down,
averting shameful eyes from their frown.
She's all alone,
without a home...?
Of a girl filled with...
my crimson veins. A sting of sadness burns the capillaries inside my chest suffocating my lungs from the oxygen needed for survival.
Second by second, my internal clock is running out of time. The grief forces me to shed my scaly dry skin like a snake cleansing itself of all...
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
True love the kind we all want it to be
If we keep open heart (and eye)
Love will never pass us by
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3 !I wish you JOY in 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
Happiness & Joy to you from me
If we are happy every day
joy will help us...
and so here is the poem that I wrote for him when he was a baby.
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"Fussy Nights With Baby Boy"
Do you remember when
we would lie on the yellow couch
listening to jazz on CBC
as crickets provided the words?
Occasionally racoons would fight...